The Cross is Calling Me - Part 1
by Cycle
It was almost two years ago.
The cross remains in pieces under my bed. Five pieces of wood. A purple Crown Royal bag holds the bolts needed to hold the cross together. I don’t think about it often, but it’s strangely always in the back of my mind. Like...
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